Currently Listening ...Is a Real Boy By Say Anything see related

It's amazing that no matter how much things change, everything stays the same.

I think in the end, people are who they have always been. The core of a person's being doesn't change despite their outer shell.

I've been thinking a lot lately. About everything.
About life and love and loneliness;
popularity and preparations and prom;
daydreams and darkness and death,
and I realized that in the time I spend thinking, life can start to pass me by.

Each day passes faster and faster, and then the next thing you know, you're old, and working a job you don't like, and dying a little everyday. And you're still thinking that if you only knew where you were and what your purpose was, you'd be happy. But maybe the only way to be happy is to allow yourself to stop looking for that answer and just accept life. Let life happen. Let time progress. And in the end, if that doesn't work, at least it didn't take as much energy.

Just accept that sometimes good things end, and if they are meant to begin again, they will.
accept that sometimes good people leave, and if they are meant to come back, they will.
accept that your belt is lost, and until then you can wear suspenders.

accept that life is life, and that's all.

by trying to make it anything more, you just make it less.

All I know is that riding on the train tonight, I felt infinite. Like maybe there was purpose and meaning in the world, and the only reason I could find it there was because I wasn't looking. The only reason that it was there was because I wouldn't admit it. It was there because I was there, and nothing else. It was with me. It was around me. It was me. Life.

I don't know why I feel like typing this now. I doubt anyone logged on thinking "I'd love to hear a philosophical rant," but if anyone did, I hope that maybe someday when you're feeling completely lost, you'll call me and you'll say:

"Sometimes I think of the same things. And sometimes the world doesn't make sense, but I'm glad that we're in it together."

and then I'll reply:

"I'm glad too."

and that's all that we will need to say. and that will be enough. and we will be infinite.



But more than likely, you just logged on to check your email/your myspace/your facebook. But even in that, we are infinite--because that's what I logged on for too.

The prom assembly is tomorrow, and I have no clue what to wear.
-jim.

"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."

It's time to try defying gravity. . .

"And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing “unity”. It’s like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too.

I just remember what made me think of all this. . . and for the first time in my life, I understand the end of that poem."

Confidence booster.

Currently Listening Give Up By The Postal Service see related

It seems like yesterday everything was new.

I think that yesterday, I felt like yesterday was new. If tomorrow I think today was new I might have to start sleeping through days.

I think that knee socks are better than short socks.

I think that I don't want to be in a "rock-and-roll band" anymore. It doesn't actually score you chicks, or money, or fame. Just a broken croquet mallet, a t-shirt, and one night at a talent show.

I think that nickels are the strangest coin.

I think that when you get old your only form of happiness is nostalgia.

I think that children are wonderful by themselves, but depressing to compare yourself to.

I think things always seem to cycle.

I think that everything ends, and that's what keeps life going. When things stop ending, that's when life ends.

I think that paradoxes are confusing, but are the best way of describing life.

I think that Edward Scissorhands is a quality movie

I think that if I end up going to my high school reunions I will wear fake facial hair.

I think that life is unfair.

I think that the person who you are meant to be with is the person that you can accept dating someone else, as long as they're happy. As long as they are happy, life is worth living--even alone.

I think that I would be a boring drunk.

I think that I would like to feed the ducks like I used to when I was little.

I think that I am going to fail at most of my top goals.

I think that it has been too long since I have played Zelda on nintendo 64.

I think that times are changing and there's nothing I can do.

I think that if I could just go back to that one day, everything would be perfect.

I think that since in 9th grade we were called "freshmen," it would be appropriate for 12th graders to be called "completely-confused-and-out-of-their-fucking-mind-men."

I think that delicious is a difficult word to spell.

I think that I am a completely different person than I was in middle school.

I think that I am exactly the same as I was in middle school.

I think it is weird to watch my friends grow up.

I think it is sad that everyday my future gets shorter and shorter.

I think that my new neighbors seem like tools.

I think that people have been nice to me lately because they are afraid I'm going crazy.

I think I'm completely sane.

I think my dreams have been predicting things lately.

I think God is testing me.

I think I understand the chorus of "Don't Don't Don't Let's Start" now.

I think that it's strange to hear people ask me what I want to be when I grow up. I've been responding: "able to grow facial hair."

I think it's strange that life changing events always all happen at once.

I think that this has all sounded very wussy and I'd like to make it known that I'm not a wuss.

I think that my dog smells worse and worse every day. He really, really does.

I think if this gets any longer, nobody will read it.


I make no sense.


Sincerely yours,
jim.

P.S. Smile! (you know who you are). Smile!

I'm still lame.

worthless uninspired ranting.

Currently Listening Losing Streak By Less Than Jake see related

Hi hockeyinjury5! It's been 1172 (wow, that's a big number) days since you joined Xanga... and you are still the confused freshman now that you were then.

• Except that the coffee that you made to look cool back then you actually drink now.
• The khaki pants you wore back then are now only the pants you wear to work as part of the required uniform.
• The fact that you still end your "about me" section with a joke about long walks on the beach still isn't funny.
• You can now upload 99 pictures on xanga. (but nobody cares)
  
• A short story still doesn't just become a novel.
• You can't chug soda anymore without wanting to die from the pain it puts in your stomach.
• You can't afford to buy a van. Or paint it. Or cover it with stickers.
• You haven't learned to cook.
• You don't put a "current mood" at the end of your posts anymore.
• You suck at ironing clothes.
• You're not in a band.
• You still can't unicycle.
• You've realized that the kids that you thought were "bad kids" when you started high school didn't get any better.
• You've stopped trying to change them.
• The people who didn't like you still don't.
• You still can't live without the sharpest possible pencil.
• You're t-shirts aren't nearly as badass.
• You lost your pocket protector.
• People moved away.
• People died.
• People were born.
• People grew up.
• You stopped posting on your xanga.
• Best friends stopped talking to each other.
• Flowers grew.
• You were happy.
• You were sad.
• You chewed your fingernails.
• You made mix cds.
• You went to other countries.
• You tried your best to be involved in "the high school experience."
  

and you're graduating in 39 days.

and you're completely lost.

and then it will start all over again.


But I'm not going to be emo about it. because if there is one thing that I DID learn from high school it's this:

maybe I'll never really learn what life means, or who I am; but life goes on--so I better get used to it. Because by the time I figure out who I am, I probably just will have changed again.

Current Mood:
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Spanish word of the Day:

ok bye!
Jimbo


jim.







holy crap i'm lame.

This is a very important announcement...

Currently Listening Flood By They Might Be Giants see related

Live! from studio 17 in beautiful Littleton, Colorado . . .
This is Jim Taggart's blog 74B.
*Jim Taggart's blog 74B is recorded in front of a live studio audience*

It's a beautiful day outside . . . and it's a beautiful day inside.

and I am your host Archibald P. Finkbottom.

I am required to give you the following announcement. . .

Columbine High School Drama Dept. will perform its critically acclaimed One Act Plays:
Sonoma White and the Seven Dolts,
Check Please,
and
The Man in the Bowler Hat,
a terribly exciting affair,

on February 1st and 2nd at 7:00 in the Auditorium. Tickets are only $3.

For you mathemeticians out there, that is approximately $1 per show.

Come, and enjoy.

Thank you.

for more information please visit www.myspace.com/airborneimmunity

*This concludes our broadcast day.*

where?

Currently Listening No! By They Might Be Giants see related

Where do they make balloons?